Sebastian listened to the wind as it lashed out above their hole, and he tightened his grip on Edwin, as much as he could. It was just their luck that the first day in the desert had a sandstorm in store for them.
He wanted to ask the healer so many questions. What were they going to do in the Asylum of Blood? Were they going to tear it apart brick by brick from the outside? Was it even a building or a cave?
Because if it was a cave, then it could get tricky. The core could move around and hide deeper into the tunnels that led Harika knew where. And if they didn't destroy the core, it could always rebuild.
That was half-assing it. Which was something he felt the healer wouldn't stand for. Said healer was not so much as attempting to wiggle around. Something he had done but an hour ago, as he was trying not to panic.